Window

Opening the morning drapes,
I let in
streaming gold
to rout night's shadows.

Renewed, the sun glances
through bright autumn trees,
through this naked window,
transparent and radiant.

Subsumed into the ruddy world,
the humble window draws me out
into the glory of this autumn morning.

But at night
the window
is self-conscious,
ashamed of glaring,
naked panes

reveals a mirrored world
simulacrums darting through ghostly rooms,
doppelganger
crossing empty space in hurried fright
to draw closed the curtains
on this fearful night.